Hu Qing fell asleep. In her sleep, she seemed to have entered the white light. Half of herself and the other half of herself merged into one. With a bang, the white light spread out and filled the sky with stars. Hu Qing covered her eyes.
, Looking out from between the fingers, the whole body is green and white, not dazzling, and it is empty and I don’t know where I am.
This is where?
Suddenly something came to Hu Qing's mind. She opened her eyes suddenly and sat up from the bed.
The Secret of the Spring God!
In shock, Hu Qing howled out: "Ghost--"
It was midnight, and her throat was dry. As soon as the gong broke, there was a barrier blocking it, otherwise it would wake up the neighbors.
Hu Huahua was so frightened by her that she rolled her eyes and grinned several times before she stood up. The two hind legs that had never been able to stand up actually kicked up, but within a second, they bent down again.
Hu Qing gasped for air, raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead, and suddenly paused. She remembered - silk cloth!
Before she fell into coma, she covered her face with her left arm. When she woke up, the silk cloth was attached to her forehead.
She brought the silk cloth to her eyes: "Is it you?"
Silk cloth: It's me. You finally thought of it.
In the semi-dark room, Hu gently untied the silk cloth and unfolded it. The first few white, red, and light gold color blocks were conspicuous.
Hu Qing asked in an angry voice like a thief: "Sibu, Sibu, is that you?"
Silk cloth: This is at your own home.
The master who was forced to recognize him was a bit stupid.
Hu Qing's consciousness flickered, and she seemed to sense something. Without any guidance, she separated a ray of consciousness into the silk cloth.
call--
The wind was blowing everywhere, and the other side of me seemed to be in the eye of the wind. This feeling was particularly wonderful.
She felt like she was standing in an alien space, with the bright white wind swirling around her, but she knew that she was not her real self here, and that her real self was outside in the bedroom.
She looked down and couldn't see herself, so what came in was her own - eyeballs?
It's so scary.
An inaudible voice opened in her mind: Divine consciousness, what comes in is a ray of your divine consciousness.
There was obviously no sound, but I really heard it. Hu Qing stiffened her body: "Silk cloth?"
Mysterious voice: Only by practicing hard and improving your cultivation can you unlock more surprises.
Hu Qing understood clearly that the Spring God Jue was indeed made of silk.
She chuckled: "Good silk cloth, what other good things do you have that are suitable for me at the moment?"
There was no sound, but a light exploded in Hu Qing's head. She had a splitting headache, fell backwards, rolled her eyelids, and passed out again.
Silk cloth: With this physique and this soul power, you dare to be greedy.
Hu Qing was unconscious. This time Hu Huahua located the culprit and climbed up to bite the silk cloth.
Silk cloth: Dog, take your mouth away.
When Hu Qing woke up, it was already three days a day, and he was very energetic. It was not like he had experienced a fire and two brain explosions.
She was sitting on the bed in a daze, and there were three things in her mind right now: the Art of Spring God, the Secret Technique of Gold and Fire, and the Complete Collection of Weapon Refining.
"I always feel that something is wrong." Hu Qing murmured.
It's just the Spring God Jue. It's for cultivating spiritual consciousness. The name seems very serious.
That secret method, Golden Fire Chapter. Secret method? What secret method? It feels very mysterious and evil.
Also, the Encyclopedia of Refining Weapons? Is this based on the Encyclopedia of Spiritual Plants?
I always feel like I'm being fooled.
"Silk cloth, silk cloth?"
Where did the silk cloth go? Could it be that Aladdin's magic lamp disappeared automatically after fulfilling his three wishes?
Hu Huahua ran in, biting the silk cloth, and raised her head to look at her.
Hu Qing got off the bed, pinched a corner with two fingers and said, "Open your mouth."
Ugh, it's all Hu Huahua's saliva. It's so disgusting.
He carried it from a distance, went downstairs, and threw it into the running water. After washing it for a long time, Hu Qing brought the silk cloth up and taught Hu Huahua a lesson: "Be kinder to the silk cloth in the future."
Hu Huahua flicked her tail, her little eyes showing dissatisfaction and grievance.
Hu Qing softened: "Of course it's not as important as you."
Huhuahua waved her tail, satisfied.
Silk cloth: As if I can’t get emotional.
Hu Qing unfolded the silk cloth and tried to separate his consciousness and enter the silk cloth again.
After being blocked back, the mysterious voice said: Come in again when your cultivation level is high.
Hu Qing: "You...can't be some remnant soul who wants to take away my body, right?"
Silk cloth ignored her, it had its own pride.
Hu Qing: "Are you a weapon? A weapon spirit?"
Silk refuses to communicate.
Hu Qing curled his lips, okay, she was disliked.
Just practice.
Strangely enough, Hu Qing's own knowledge about this world is very shallow. All the foundations are just what Shuixin taught and the enlightenment textbooks she taught herself. Sometimes you need to read the textbooks to read the Encyclopedia of Lingzhi, but these three
She suddenly understood the content and the words in it that she had never seen before. Moreover, she could understand the meaning of the sentences in it at a glance, and she also understood all the pictures and annotations in it.
This is not a rigid copy, this is enlightenment, and what comes in is wisdom.
Is this the wonderful use of divine consciousness?
Silk cloth: Your thoughts are so beautiful. Of course, there is a reason why I helped you to understand. Otherwise, if you are so stupid and rely on yourself to realize it, I am afraid that you will not be able to access the real secret before I fall into deep sleep again.
Of course, this is just enlightenment. Real practice still requires being careful and doing it step by step.
Hu Qing is not the kind of person who expects pie from the sky. From a very young age, she has known that even if good things come from the sky, it will never be her turn. For example, the good thing about the silk cloth in front of her is always in her heart.
Suspicious, is this strange silk cloth of unknown origin used as bait to catch oneself in order to gain some benefit from oneself?
But what good does it do to you?
Except for her origins.
But is there any good plot behind her origin? Besides, she is a weakling, but with such a great ability as Silk Bu, wouldn't it be more convenient to take her down and control her directly instead of plotting slowly?
However, she does not have the consciousness of being recognized as the owner, nor is she as arrogant as the monks who think that once the object recognizes its owner, she will control the object's life. She has her own consciousness of survival, even if it is just an object, she can easily give out the three items with it.
It looked like something complicated at first glance. This object was beyond her control.
At least, she can't control it now.
Regardless, does she have any other options now? It's a good thing to be able to practice. She can't wait until her daughter condenses the elixir while she's still wandering around in the Qi refining period.
Having said that, it is true that she is in the Qi refining stage, but which level of the Qi refining stage is she at?
When she met other monks, what they said in their conversation seemed to be that they knew innately what level of cultivation they had reached, but she didn't feel anything at all. Is it just because she was not born and raised here?
Hu Qing went to the refining room, opened the lid of the refining furnace and took a look. It was very good. The eggs were cooking steadily inside without any change.
"Silver cloth, do you know what this thing is?"
Silk cloth cannot speak.
"Do you want to add water to boil it?"
In the spirit of experiment, Hu Qing went outside and brought buckets of water to fill the refining furnace. The egg floated up and down in the water and finally lay on the bottom of the water.
"It can't even float. The egg is really necrotic, right? Fossil?"
I closed the lid lightly and looked at the ores. I found that because of yesterday's underground fire, the surface of the ores had melted and they were all stuck together.
